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He resumes touching me lightly, never where I need him to stroke. The process repeats over and over until I'm wound up and on the verge of tears. Never once does he lose control.

"Do you like it slow and gentle, princess?"

"No." I'm ashamed when my voice wavers and he can tell I'm frustrated.

My shaking is making it hard to continue standing, even bent over the bed. His large hands grab my hips to steady me and hold me still.

"Have you had enough?"

I look over my shoulder and see him struggling to hold back. "Only if that's what you want."

"I'll never have enough of you." He slams into me with a single thrust. "There will never be enough time with you, to talk, to sleep, or to fuck."

Within minutes I'm ready to come and afraid he's going to stop again. He wraps my hair around his fist, and pulls my head back. Our lips meet, and he kisses me with desperation.

His fear pours into me, while mine evaporates. Besides the euphoria zapping through my nerves I feel an overwhelming sense of belonging and peace.

The noises we make are obscene. Our grunts and moans drown out the music. The bed squeaks and scrapes against the floor. If that wasn't bad enough, the sound of our skin slapping against each other can still be heard over that.

He lets go of my hair and kneads my breasts. First one, then the other, taking time to pinch and roll my nipples. I'm closer than I was during his teasing, and my entire body feels like it's pulsing with electricity. The pleasure stings, but still I chase it.

Sin moves his hand to my throat. He doesn't squeeze, but just holds me in a way I feel owned. I shudder violently, and the hand on my hip snakes around to apply pressure to my clit. All of the sensations are too much, and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had tears a scream from my throat.

Wave after wave of painful pleasure courses through my body. Just as I feel like I might come down from the high, I feel him swell inside of me. His movements become frantic, and the control he's held on to snaps. He takes me harder and faster. My throat has grown hoarse from screaming. With one final thrust I feel his hot release as he shouts my name.

In the back of my mind I remind myself to be embarrassed, because I will be, but my eyes refuse to stay open, and everything I should be concerned about shuts down.

Despite being on the run, and hiding in a converted warehouse, I feel an overwhelming sense of being home.

"I love you," I murmur and my eyes flutter closed.

28

Ambush

Sin

I love you,she whispers just as her eyes flutter closed. Pulling back the covers, I pick her up and settle her in before I slide in next to her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I place a kiss on the side of her head. "I love you too," I whisper. Maybe someday I'll be able to tell her when she's awake.

I allow my eyes to drift shut knowing Lucien is on watch downstairs.

Minutes or hours later someone shakes me awake. "What's going on?" I ask trying to force myself alert.

"Lucien needs you. He says it's urgent," Ford whispers. I tuck the blankets around Raven so she isn't exposed when I climb out of bed.

Grabbing my pants I pull them on then my t-shirt. Once my shoes are back on, I follow him down the stairs. He takes me to the office, where Lucien is examining the tracking devices we've downloaded on all Damien's soldiers tech.

"They went back to the Fallen Angel about thirty minutes ago. I don't like it. Since they showed up at the apartment looking for us, it's clear they've linked Jess to us."

"We already figured that out. Why did you get me out of bed?"

"I don't want to miss anything. Why are they going back to the club?" Lucien ponders aloud.

"Fuck!" I run out of the room. There's only one thing of value left in the club as far as we are concerned.

Bursting in the door of the room they're holding Jess, I pat her down. Nothing, except her sweat drenched clothes.

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